last
My last thought
in my head
making me shake
and pull the trigger
My last look
before I close my eyes
not seeing the world
that I have just left
My last tear
creeping on my cheek
falling in an endless darkness
before it reach the ground
My last sound
frome the bullet
right into the head
making me smile
My last fall
on the cold stones
a new death
on your grave
The last breeze
cold yet free
dancing with my hear
taking me over the edge
in my head
making me shake
and pull the trigger
My last look
before I close my eyes
not seeing the world
that I have just left
My last tear
creeping on my cheek
falling in an endless darkness
before it reach the ground
My last sound
frome the bullet
right into the head
making me smile
My last fall
on the cold stones
a new death
on your grave
The last breeze
cold yet free
dancing with my hear
taking me over the edge
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Rachnild: | Dinsdag, januari 27, 2004 21:02 |
| Ja, wat moet ik erop zeggen, ja je hebt er weer een gemaakt die heel mooi is. greetzz Rachnild | |
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| Auteur: Jimmys pearl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 januari 2004 | ||
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